Japan x Reader

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So cliché, I know, but at least it's better than the last chapter - o h b o i -

This is for @SarcasmIsReallyLife

A single pink petal caught itself in the chilly wind. It twisted and twirled like a ballet dancer, so elegantly and pleasing to watch. It continued its short journey and finally landed beside a (hair colour) haired girl's foot.

The girl was (Y/N) (S/N), and she was patiently waiting on a wooden bench. The mother of the petal was beside the said bench. The Cherry Blossom tree was huge and its long branches hung above the female.

This was the spot she was told to go to. She had gotten a small envelope with a letter inside. The letter contained neatly written words:

'Please meet me at the cherry blossom near our school at 5pm. I understand if you do not come, such letter must seem dangerous and overall weird.'

(Y/N) had thought through going or not multiple times. It did seem dangerous but, hell, she wanted to live life fully and freely. She quickly walked to the mentioned tree and waited, waited and waited.

She checked her phone and realised she was sitting there for half an hour. This must be a prank, she thought, what did I expect?

As soon as that thought slipped into her mind, she heard running. She turned round and realised a small male, who was – in fact – her best friend.

"Huh? What are you doing here? You sent that letter?"

"Y-yes," he finally made his way to her and bowed down "I have something for y-you..?"

She hummed in confusion, furrowing her brows. How had she not recognised the handwriting?

"...What is it?"

He took out two tickets from his pocket "I t-thought it'd be nice if we could go together?" He said, though it sounded more like asking.

(Y/N) clasped her hands and grinned. The tickets were to a ballet performance she wanted to see for the longest time ever. "Oh my Lord, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Kiku blushed and looked down "So, it's a date?"

"Yes!"

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